*types "memories" into 294, and after a few minutes, receives a cup of thick, red liquid that has dark bits floating around.* Ah well. *goes back to 049.* Care for a drink, Doc? *extends drink towards him.* It's not blood.
The plague doctor gazes down at the cup idly and then looks back up at this lady.
“... I’m not thirsty.”
Is all he huffs, declining the offer with a shake of his beak and turning away. The Grade A amnestics will wear off in like 5 to 6 hours anyway, ma’am.
Besides... what is that in the cup anyway. One does not simply dispense memories without first getting some kind of... source. Who’s memories are in the damn cup?















